Sissy Magazine: How to Feminize, Humiliate, and Break the Will of your Sissy Cuckold Husband!

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Mm….,' said Steve. He felt funny in his tummy, and knew he had to hold his breath and push with his muscles. He looked at Janet again, hoping that he could keep what he was doing a secret from her. Janet smiled kindly as his bowels released some of their contents into his well-soaked diaper. Are you sure?” Sarah asked with a strong hint of condescension in her voice, “Last time we went to Kirsty’s you said you were fine and ended up embarrassing me by leaking on the floor.”

After a couple of months my mother decided it was time to show Michelle her new position in the marriage and invited William and I to stay for the weekend. She instructed Michelle that I was to referred to as Miss Veronica and William as Master William and was to be on her best behaviour ensuring she curtsied whenever given an instruction. Whilst William was obviously aware of Michelle and the fact that she was actually my husband, being served by her over the weekend was very rewarding and allowed my new relationship to be firmly displayed to Michelle. I must admit I found it all quite exciting for William and I to be served throughout the weekend by Michelle which included breakfast in bed (mothers idea). My mother had to confess that she found it thrilling getting Michelle to prepare the guest room for William and I making it clear to Michelle that her daughter would be enjoying the benefits of a strong virile man throughout the weekend much as she had done for the last couple of months and more than likely as she would for the foreseeable future. Later, Mom, I think he needs some loving now,' Sally said as Steve’s sobs mutated to murmurs. 'You go and do the books.' I nervously followed her into the living room, my sissy baby-doll swaying to and fro, my heart pounding. I briefly took a glimpse of Myrna's sexy hips wiggling sensuously in her red-hot tennis skirt.What a SISSY!" she declared in a loud voice. "Look at yourself! Don't you feel just a little FOOLISH dressed like that here with your mother-in-law?" Sally and Janet have their way with poor little diapered, waddling Steve. It's the end of his misadventures for now. As I previously wrote once Michael my husband had become my maid Michelle and moved into the spare bedroom I continued with his feminisation and with the help of my mother put her on a hormone programme to ensure any masculine traits were suppressed and her female traits enhanced. Whilst I had toyed with the idea of chastity the hormone regime and the fact that she was small in that department meant there was no need. However I still had needs that needed to be satisfied so Michelle’s domestic training included providing oral services along with her household duties. My mother helped with the training and benefited from Michelle’s oral skills as well as domestic capability. As I said previously my mother encouraged me to start dating again and I rekindled a relationship with a former boyfriend William. He is a strong forceful man and very much my equal. My mother offered to take Michelle on as her live in maid so I could develop my new relationship with William and to ensure Michelle was fully aware of her new position. Janet looked across at Steve, who was now babbling quietly to himself as he played with his trains. After what seemed an eternity, we pulled up to Myrna's spacious suburban home. As if by magic, the garage door opened for us, and we pulled inside.

It's MOTHER, stupid!! You are to refer to me at all times as Mother! Do you understand??" she shrieked. All the while I thought of what was in store for me: two long weeks at the mercy of my bitchy, castrating mother-in-law, who never liked me to begin with, and who had been waiting a long, long time to get me in just such a situation. I did feel completely foolish, and told her so. But that only made her laugh harder as she re-crossed her legs. There is the sink. There is the Woolite. You are to hand wash every single pair of panties and hang them on the hangers over the tub. You will not stop until every last panty is thoroughly washed and hung up to dry. Do I make myself clear?"Janet took the phone gently from Steve's shaking hand. He swayed for a moment, then sat heavily on the floor Janet took the handpiece from him. Myrna led the way up the stairs. As I followed behind, I looked up and got a glimpse of my mother-in-law's firm, sexy bottom, encased in shiny white satin tennis panties. I started to fill the sink with warm water, and added a capful of Woolite. As the bubbles grew, I took the first pair of panties and immersed them in the sudsy water. He was shaking now, as well as crying. Janet watched as he gradually gave in - physically to the increased drugs, and mentally to his obvious condition. Perhaps the strongest ones really are the weakest, as Sally had often told her.